Fiction

The church had seen horrors beyond its wildest comprehension. It had seen plague, townspeople blistering at the mouth, boils erupting over their palms.

Here is what I imagine heaven to be like.

It's not too warm and it's not too cold; it's filled with memories and generations of people.

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Write a poem from the perspective of a book character

Tim Hardey checked his watch, it was 11:58pm. It had been three hours since the car crash. He could still remember his parents’ voices.

“George, slow down! You’re going to kill us!”

The golden sun shined through the mouth of my cave as I opened my eyes. I hopped off my stuffed animal hoard and stretched my wings, spreading my claws on the rocky surface beneath me.

Jackie and I walk into the Cafeteria. I smell the overpowering scent of onions. The boys in front of me are poking each other with pencils. Today is a normal day like any other, but I sense something is off. I go about my day like normal though.

Windows. Windows like portals. Transparent portals radiating with fluorescent light. One could say almost magical, transparent portals radiating with fluorescent light. Magical, transparent portals that take you to another world.

If I could get in a spaceship and go anywhere, I would go until I found a planet that looked like it could be inhabited.